Are you leaving
Oh you wispy hair
With countdown eyes
Watching the skies
Pardoned by astronauts
As you fly
The ugly advantages
Of populating space
The detached toilet seat
And trying to embrace
The predictable onslaught
Of other-world talk
Talking of better lands
Don't you understand?
That everything stays
Right here
Discarded novelist
Lately I'm not a saint
Tell me the half-truths
And birds-eye tales
A runaway
Braving the microwaves
And paraphrased grace
Who somehow arrives
at this bed
You know I'm listening
I'm listening
supported by 5 fans who also own “Country Rock Purgatory”
Listening to this album while driving at night is a cinematic experience. I was reminded oddly of "Paris, Texas", a film which combines the mythic open roads of the West, with various states of in-betweeness (of adult and child, of woman and man). James often describes his work as liminal. Liminality speaks at the edge of something, being in the ambiguous place and paving a way for new identities, new places. A rite of passage ready to occur. A wonderful album, although I wish it were longer! amoda666
With their blend of playfulness and graduate-level instrumentation, Dorcha deftly prove that improvisational zeal and conservatory-level precision aren't mutually exclusive. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 16, 2020